There had been a distinct lack of coffee in Eve's life since she'd 'moved in' with Jack - and that expression still caused her some itchiness, but that wasn't the point right now. The point was, dear Jack couldn't be allowed to so much as smell coffee, let alone have it, and Eve had sort of been dragged along with this tendency. She did enjoy his company a bit too much, it seemed.
Eve could be found sitting on the counter - rules weren't being enforced, and what was the point anyway? - savoring a well deserved large cup of black coffee, sweetened of course, her legs dangling as she looked distractedly at nowhere in particular. That was, until she heard a noise. Someone else had felt the coffee calling, apparently. Turning around to look, she smiled at the woman. There was no point in being broody at this point, people were already feeling the general doom as it was.